YA Highway: brush with immortality

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This week’s prompt:What is the story of your best scar?

In the fall of first grade, my best friend and I pretended we were unicorns at recess.

In the winter of first grade, I came down with the chicken pox. The first pox was a huge welt in the middle of my forehead. It was, I told my best friend, the beginning of my very own horn.

She believed me, of course, and we celebrated my imminent transformation into full-fledged unicorn.

My mother was not as excited, and kept me at home for a week.

When I emerged from my confinement, my horn was gone. In its place was a little crater scar, which exists to this day.

My horn had fallen off, I told my best friend. She believed me, of course, and we cursed my stubborn humanity.

That is the story of my scar—and my brush with immortality, however brief.

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In winter my hands get really dry. I use lotion, but it doesn’t help much. The skin of my knuckles turns rough and almost scaley. Ayako calls them “monster hands.” And I have to admit, every time it happens, a little part of me secretly hopes I’m turning into a lizard person.

I give you all the credit in the world for working with little ones. It must be so rewarding, but also challenging when they’re off in their own little make-believe worlds while you’re trying to teach them spelling 🙂